and he swooped up at her vulnerable belly.
She dodged quickly, not about to fall for the same trick she’d just used on him, but his whipping claw did manage to rip through her wing. It was barely an annoyance however, and the wing closed up quickly as she healed herself.
He fought defensively and looked for a weakness as they exchanged fast blows and shallow wounds that were quickly healed. It felt like they’d been fighting for hours, and that’s when he realized she was just a better fighter than he was too. His only advantage was stronger magic.
The problem was when he tried to attack her with simple fire, earth, water, or air attacks she fended them off easily. His mastery was just starting, his attacks like a blunt hammer, while though weaker her magic was much more sophisticated, and he couldn’t beat her with magic any more than she could beat his. Shields were easy to master, to match her, but attacks were quite different.
Then it happened, he was just a bit too slow to dodge, and his sister crashed into his back with her claws leading. The two foreclaws dug into his shoulders, while her back claws worked on severing his wings. He felt a surge of panic and raging hatred, if she took his wings off it was over. They’d grow back with his life magic, but not in seconds like the sealing of his other wounds, it would take hours.
He twisted wildly and roared in pain as the talons deep in his shoulders were torn away sending gouts of his blood spraying over both of them. His back legs lunged forward and his claws sunk into her sensitive and unprotected stomach, and he slashed down her with a wicked kick.
She dove to change the angle, and she gripped his back legs powerfully in her own back claws. Her front claws dug into his own stomach and ripped down, as she roared in anger and hit him in the face at point blank range with her fire breath.
He was as about as immune to her fire as she was to his lightning breath, but the eyes were a lot more sensitive and they took some damage before he could close them. He struggled to break free of her grip as they plummeted toward the ground, even as he channeled and transmuted life magic to heal the wounds in his belly she was making over and over again.
He couldn’t escape though. He’d let her grapple him, had been too slow, and she was stronger than he was, and half again as large.
Her huge wings snapped out at the last moment, and slowed them considerably, but not enough to make the landing pleasant as his back slammed into the ground as she landed on him. Their bodies slid around the ground for almost two hundred feet, as the ridges of his silver scales cut a long ditch into the field.
She had him pinned, and no matter how wildly he moved he couldn’t break her grip. She tried to close her jaws around his throat, but his sinewy neck dodged her once, twice, and a third time.
She growled, “Submit now, and I’ll make your death merciful, or I can continue carving into your stomach until you run out of magic. You’re finished.”
He took in a deep breath, which made her laugh. He couldn’t blame her, since his lighting wouldn’t do shit to her. Except, at the same time he tugged on Cinder’s bond and channeled the largest stream of magic that he could.
Then he transmuted it, changed the frequency, but not to normal sorcerous fire, but to phoenix fire. It was the thought he’d had, and it was a thing of desperation. A last resort when all his other efforts to kill his sister had failed. He was no more immune to it than his sister, as he breathed out not lightning, but liquid phoenix fire.
The moisture in his mouth boiled and he felt like someone set his head on fire, but the liquid fire didn’t actually touch his body, it just burned him badly merely by being so near to him. What had she said? It felt like he’d put his mouth around the sun.
His sister on the other hand, got her face covered in it.
He was a little worried about it dripping down on his chest, but it stuck to her head and the hardened scales on her face started to drip and run under the adhering liquid